Once upon a time,
There was
A little girl
Named
April Snow.
The other children
Loved to tease
And bully her.
They told April
She wasn’t real.
They insisted
That she didn’t
Actually exist.
“There’s no
Such thing
As April Snow!”
They’d chant
As they followed
Her home
From school.
April Snow
Could do nothing
To stop
Her horrible peers.
Every day,
They taunted her,
And every day,
April Snow
Would wonder
If what they said
Was true.
Eventually,
April Snow
Moved far away
From the
Heartless fiends
Who had made
Her life
Utterly miserable.
However,
Their words
Continued
To haunt her.
April Snow
Grew up
To be a loner.
How could she ever
Trust anyone
After what
Had happened
To her
In her youth?
On her deathbed,
April Snow
Vowed
To get
Her revenge
Against those
Who had made
Her life
A lonely one
To live.
She swore
That everyone
Back in the place
She used
To live,
Would
Always remember
Her name.
April Snow
Grew up
In Maine,
And her Ghost
Continues
To haunt
That state
Long after
Her death.
Because
Of the sins
Of their
Heartless ancestors,
Mainers
Will never forget
That April Snow
Is real…
The Return of the Modern Philosopher 
Nice!
Thanks. I’m glad you enjoyed my haunting tale. 🙂
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What a thought. I wonder if the tale is real.
How sad she had to dump her revenge on the lovely Mainers who followed on.
Unthoughtful April Snow 😦
A Ghost will haunt forever until she is finally allowed to rest…
I’m afraid I’m not very well informed as to how that actually occurs…?
That might be for the best.
That bad, huh?
I”m so confused…
I think she also had Mtl blood. Bc it snowed today, after a beautiful, sunny, warm day yesterday.
I’ve had enough of the snow.
Me too. Le fed up. Le tired. Le scurvy.
Cool poem!!!!
Thanks. Glad you liked it!
still snowing there??!! 😐
Yes. 😦
It’s disgusting out!
Leslie
Yes, it is. I wish the Angel of Snow would pass over us on this weekend…
Good time for a passover?
Leslie
Exactly…
Don’t forget her obnoxious sister, May.
Hmmm…I’ve never heard the legend of May Snow. Do you know it?
I don’t know the legend, but it snowed in May a few times when I lived in northern New York.
Ah, then maybe I’ll have to write a poem about her, too.
Go for it.
Go for it
I did not mean to make that last comment twice. Computers continue to mystify me.
I understand. I will ignore one of them. 🙂